There was light at the end of the tunnel…

clean and tidy
Image from Funny Photos @

….more importantly I found floor space that had not been seen for years.

The big clean up is over, and the house looks, well it pretty much looks like it belongs to someone else. I walk into rooms and i’m like..oh this is nice! Even the Mothership, the cause of all the chaos commented on how nice it looks and how ‘we‘ will have to keep it clean. Ummm hang on, whats with this we business….

My Aunt has arrived and become reacquainted, there are old songs being played on the CD player and photographs of old boyfriends being pulled from little hiding places in the sideboard. The Mothership will remember something and tell my Aunt to hang on and then disappear off to get something else. Sadly if that something else happens to be underneath a bunch of things, they are being lifted out and left on the tidy surfaces. It’s going to be a full time job keeping this house ship shape.

I know you’re probably thinking, what’s wrong with this girl, does she have OCD. I don’t, well not that I know of anyway, I just don’t like clutter. Sadly it seems to be the Mortherships best friend. I’m pretty sure she thinks ‘Oh look there’s a nice clean space, I have some shit in this cupboard that would look just great there’.

I’m sore, but it’s done and now I can get onto the business of fretting about starting to train for the new job tomorrow….oh great!!

Due to the clean up blah, blah. blah I’ve not had much reading or writing time this weekend. Hopefully at some stage over the next couple of days I will get caught up. On glancing through the reader there seems to be some good stuff there, so happy days.

Right time to go get another load of washing in and the lunch made, no rest for the wicked!

Happy Monday Eejits :)

P.s In case, like me you were worried about Steve from Steve Says, because it’s unlike him to be silent (couldn’t resist Steve sorry!), he’s fine. I figured 7 days was time enough and sent him a little e-mail. He’s busy working and normal service should hopefully resume soon :)

Sittin in the Sun!

May Sunshine

The sun was shining today in the metropolis of Belfast as I made my way into the park at the front of the City Hall. The town is still awash with pink as the buzz that surrounded the Giro d’Italia settles down to make room for the North West 200 bike races this weekend. Men in leathers might just pip men in lycra to the post in the hot two wheeled riders category, well for me anyway.

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Can you not read!!

Geekyg4mer017Closed means closed, shut, not open, go away!!

I’ve put a sign on the door. In big letters it says “Closed for Lunch”. It’s in bold. It’s placed at a central position on the door at eye level. In fact it’s pretty damn obvious! Since placing it there I have had to answer the door 4 times! Is there some part of closed that these people are not understanding!!

I’m aware that makes me sound unhelpful but let me explain the whole  situation before you make any rash judgements in relation to my good (honest I am) character!

I work in a closed office, heaven knows why, some bright spark needs a slap for that idea. There is no access to anyone other than the handful of us who work here. Anyone else wishing to gain access to the office has to knock and wait until someone presses a button to open the door. Here in lies the problem.

The office is a fair size, it holds 9 of us on days when it is full. The button is located a couple of steps from the door and I sit in the corner (usually  wearing a dunce cap) furthest from them both.

(Back again, guess what, yep, had to answer the fecking door!!)

When everyone decides to go out for lunch I am usually the only one left, not because everyone hates me and they don’t want me to go, but because I am working funny hours due to Alien Leg.

I place the sign on the door because while I quite like eating my lunch hot it also saves me having to continually get up and down to answer the door, which believe it or not makes Alien Leg really sore.

I’ve been trying to teach myself to use the stairs. Man that’s hard when your leg has more crunch than a packet of Tayto Cheese n Onion. It’s not going terribly well and because of that I’m in more pain that I have been for a while.

Hauling myself out of my chair every 5 mins really puts an extra strain on it that I don’t need. When others are here at least the burden is shared between us all.

Right rant over! I’ve run out of steam, both physically and mentally and I have to go back to work, lunch time is well and truly over….well the whole 15 minutes I got of it!!!